Interview :: Dave Hause

“I’m feeling tired, but blessed…” – Dave Hause

After an awesome run of shows in the UK last year on The Revival Tour, Dave Hause has been back in the UK with Dear & Departed and Alkaline Trio. I met with the singer/songwriter/Loved Ones frontman in London during the Trio’s set at their, sold out, Camden Barfly show to talk about everything from a new record, to his 7″ record project, to Laura Jane Grace. There’s also a number of cameos from the people of London, some of whom were apologetic for their interview interruptions.

Anyway, check out this interview and expect Dave to be back before 2012 is out. He seems to like it here.

Gig Review :: ‘Twas The Night Before Wembley – Camden Barfly – 12/04/12

© Katie Gedling 2012

“This is the place that was going to hold five awesome acts and two-hundred Xtra Mile loyalists?”

Twas the night before Wembley and…something, something, something. I was going to try and be really clever and come up with alternative words to that classic poem to introduce this review, but I tried and it really wasn’t good. On the contrary, Twas The Night Before Wembley was pretty awesome, and a perfect way to pre-empt what is bound to go down as one of the best gigs of the year.

This was my first Barfly experience, so to say I was surprised to see the size of the place is an understatement. I mean I didn’t expect it to be huge, but this place looked like any other pub. This is the place that was going to hold five awesome acts and two-hundred Xtra Mile loyalists? We were certainly in for an intimate show then! Doors opened and the crowd flooded in, the room a’buzz with talk of who the special guest might be.

Shortly after, Ben Marwood kicked the night off and was met with a rapturous applause. Having toured with Frank Turner last year, the crowd certainly knew who Ben was, and the singalongs began immediately. Fan favourite, ‘Singalong’ seemed to go down the best, with the entire room in fine voice for Marwood’s irony-filled anthem. ‘Tell Avril Lavigne I Never Wanted To Be Her Stupid Boyfriend Anyway’ was also met with a brilliant response, but maybe that’s what you get when you throw the chorus to ‘Sk8r Boi’ into the middle of your song? He said that’d be the last time he did that…somehow I don’t think it will be.

Marwood left the stage and the crowd was suitably warmed up when Jamie Lenman announced that Dave Hause would be up next. The former Reuben frontman was a perfect master of ceremonies, cracking jokes and seemingly having a good time. Though I couldn’t help wonder how many of those crammed into the Barfly even knew who he was besides “that bloke with the tache who’s got a suit on” (yes, that’s a direct quote).

Having flown into London just a few hours before, a jetlagged-looking Dave Hause was up next. The Loved Ones frontman played a blinder, though it felt like many in the room didn’t know who he was. The majority of his set was taken from Resolutions and the crowd seemed into it, with a fair few singing along. He even threw a ‘Pretty Good Year’ – a Loved Ones song – into the mix, but even those who were singing along before didn’t seem to know what it was. So that was a shame, but Dave himself was awesome as always and in good spirits. He took time out to joke with one member of the audience, though I don’t know if they quite got it.

Jim Lockey and The Solemn Sun soon followed. Hot on the heels of their new record, it seemed like the crowd was a little more into it. Hearing songs from Death in a live environment was amazing, and really helped to solidify how far that band has come since their last release. A few songs from Atlases made it into the set, and it was great to hear how well they worked in conjunction with those new tracks. They played hard and may have even won over the few that had not yet been subjected to the Jim Lockey and The Solemn Sun experience.

Like I said, there was all this talk of a special guest playing the Barfly that night, and it seemed many had decided that this guest would be Frank Turner. Granted, that’s a valid assumption to make. After all, he is Xtra Mile’s biggest act. However, when you look at it logically, Turner playing a set at The Barfly was pretty unlikely given the importance of what he was due to undertake in less than twenty-four hours time. So when it was revealed that Billy Bragg was the special guest, more than a few in attendance headed for the door.

Even with a drop in attendees the room was still packed when ‘Uncle Bill’ started playing. The set was comprised mostly of hits, with ‘Scousers Never Buy The Sun’ being the only new track played the whole set. This is what people want though, and Billy knows that. ‘To Have And To Have Not’ was a definite highlight of the set, but you can’t beat ‘A New England’ when it comes to awesome set closers. The crowd shouted for an encore, and an encore we got. Bragg returned to the stage with a guest of his own. Unsurprisingly Mr Turner was in attendance, so the two of them belted out a cover of Dylan’s ‘The Times They Are A Changing’, something that sent those who’d headed elsewhere in disappointment charging into the room.

Four down and one to go. So far the night had been a massive success, now it was time for Crazy Arm. As a massive fan of these guys I know they can tear the roof off a venue like The Barfly with ease. And they did. But like Dave Hause’s set, it seemed the crowd really wasn’t into it. After a night of folk punk and acoustic tunes, many seemed to think Crazy Arm were a little too much. The atmosphere was less intense, but the band were not. They were as tight as ever and absolutely killed it. It was nice to hear ‘Little Boats’ being thrown into the set again after a long absence and some of their older songs sound amazing with the additional instrumentation. The band closed the set with a cover of Springsteen’s ‘Born To Run’. And though it seemed to get the crowd going a bit, the intensity of a Crazy Arm headline show just wasn’t there.

With that I headed back downstairs, unable to speak having completely blown my voice out shouting along with Crazy Arm. All in all it was a great night, and a fantastic way for Xtra Mile to showcase the talent they have on their label. I couldn’t think of a better way to prepare for Wembley either.

Going Underground :: Ren Spits At Magpies (w/Moon & Back Session)

"Ren Sits On Fridges" - © 2012 Anthony Barlow

“I am often mildly wasted so its certainly a fair representation…” – Ren Spits At Magpies

When she’s not providing beautifully haunting backing vocals for Mike Scott or performing alongside Perkie and Katie Raine in Feralus, Ren Aldridge is Ren Spits At Magpies. Her angst-riddled brand of acoustic punk has brought her many plaudits in the UK’s punk sene, and rightly so.

I first heard about Ren from, friend of the site, Emma Hallows – with whom she toured during November last year – but didn’t get to see her until earlier this year, when she played a set at a house show on top of a fridge. Later that month, I saw how she too can turn a kitchen into a venue when she put on a house show for International Women’s Day. My very hazy memory suggests that it was awesome, so it probably was.

Ren is a woman of many talents, so be sure to check her out. If you live somewhere in the London area and you’re into punk you probably know/know of her anyway, and have likely even spent time at Astbury Castle. If you have, then you know what I’m on about. If not, then check out her Moon & Back Session below.

Try and guess who this song is written about. Answers on a post card e.t.c.

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Interview :: Apologies, I Have None

“Socks and showering, that’s all secondary, because no one cares what you smell like…” – Dan Bond (Apologies, I Have None)

After their awesome show with Touche Amore and Pianos Become The Teeth in Manchester, I chatted to Dan and Josh from Apologies, I Have None. The guys are currently riding a wave of critical praise following the release of their debut record London, and the band’s fan-base is growing with every show. Regardless of their successes, they still stood out in the cold and talked about things like re-recording old songs, the possibility of them playing acoustic again and they even managed to throw out some tour/life tips thanks to a well placed question from Moving North’s Kieran Kelly.

Album Review :: Apologies, I Have None – London

“…runs the emotional gamut, and does it expertly.”

It’s been a long time coming, but Apologies, I Have None have finally released their debut full-length and it’s absolutely fantastic. Having heard everything the band has done up to this point, and seen them live countless times, I always knew that this was going to turn out great. What I didn’t expect was to have my expectations completely shattered, and that’s exactly what’s happened here.

There’s no beating around the bush when it comes to London. ’60 Miles’ hits you in the face right from the off and just doesn’t stop. The overarching theme of England’s capital making the record completely cohesive, and a very easy listen, despite some of the darker, more intense, subject matter. Rarely have I heard a record that can go from completely uplifting, to down and self loathing, and then do the whole thing all over again so seamlessly. This intensity is epitomised in ‘The 26’, but that was just one of the many times this record caught me off guard in the best way possible. It runs the emotional gamut, and does it expertly.

The record also delivers us a more polished Apologies, I Have None. Previous releases have been far from badly produced, but there’s been very little of this quality out there. This becomes especially apparent on the new recordings of ‘Sat In Vicky Park’ and ‘Joiners And Windmills’. Both songs sound better than ever and really fit in well amongst some of the newer, harder, tunes on the record. It also offers up something different, musically. ‘Foundations’ is nothing more than Dan and a piano, the rest of the band taking a back seat. And whilst it doesn’t sound like a ‘typical’ Apologies song, it’s by far the the most interesting song on the record.

Whilst I love how different ‘Foundations’ is and how intense ‘The 26’ gets, it’s ‘Concrete Feet’ – a song about the harsher aspects of life – that stands out as my favourite. The way the music builds in conjunction with the, seemingly self-deprecating lyrics really helps the song hit home. That’s not to say the lyrics aren’t powerful on their own: “You’ll always make mistakes/you’ll always fuck shit up/you will sometimes make bad choices/and blame that shit on bad luck” is just one example of the lyrical tour de force that this song (and the entire record) is.

In fact, everything about London is fantastic (it’s better than the city it’s named after, that’s for sure). So much so, that I’ve found it hard to review. It’s so good that I’ve found it hard to find a fault. I’d have to really start nitpicking to come up with something I didn’t like about these ten songs. I know there’s no such thing as a perfect record, but this might be as close as you’re going to get. It shows off exactly what Apologies, I Have None are all about, and should see the previously uninitiated clamoring for older material and a chance to see them live.

Don’t Panic :: London – International Women’s Day House Show

"I don't know why we did this" - © Anthony Barlow 2012

“I was tired, depressed and running on nothing but guts and liquor…”

It had been two days since I’d come back from London, and for two days I’d had the feeling of death pulling me in like quicksand and filling my lungs with the wet cement of anxiety and exhaustion, but I couldn’t sleep. For two days I hadn’t slept (it’ll have been four days by the time this is up and I can only hope that in the extra 48 hours between writing and publishing I will have been given some relief and sobriety, fat chance!), because two days before the two days I’d been back, I was on my way to London for an “International Women’s Day” house show at Astbury Castle.

As the hot water ran down my body, I thought about how much I wanted to stay in the shower. I washed ever inch of my body until there were no inches left, then washed them again. I considered a third time, but decided I couldn’t justify it so I got out and dressed in preparation of facing the day. I was heading to London once again (and I really didn’t want to) but the travel was paid for, and the music was good so it was worth the uncomfortable situation I was entering.

I’d had very little sleep the previous night so was running on empty, my fuel tank was a echoing barrel without a fish. I tried to sleep on the coach down but this kind of re-energizing did very little except kill time. I knew of another effective time killer, which may of helped me sleep in this giant sardine tin, and with half a litre of scotch and a hip flask full of rum, alcohol was a viable option. As it was only 11:09 I decided to stave off my need for booze and, as the anxiety kicked in, I took to the bathroom and locked myself in. I took a shit and scrawled in my notebook, which was difficult on a moving vehicle, and tried to feel better about entering a panicked man’s worse nightmare with minimal sleep. The toilet paper dispenser was broke, in as much as it wasn’t dispensing, so I battled with the plastic casing until it gave way and released its white quilted bounty. The coach jerked and I was flung to the other side of the cubicle, utilizing cat like reflexes to prevent me going under first into the mirror.I left the cubicle and a small old lady with the face of a cow told me we were stopping at a service station.

This is what hell must feel like, I thought. A multitude of coffee stands and news agents, each charging excessive prices for the most menial of items. I couldn’t justify three pounds for a small coffee or two pound for a 500ml bottle of water so, instead, I sat back on the coach and waited until we departed again, listening to the reggae music being played bu the Jamaican man sat behind me and trying to relax.

As soon as we arrived in London, we met Emma Hallows and I left her with Barlow to go see the city. I hadn’t spent six hours on a coach to sit in a house and wait for the show.
I checked out Buckingham Palace, the Houses of Parliament and a few other hot spots, until it dawned on me how little I cared about the “sights.” Instead I walked around a park and played catch with a crow using part of the sandwich I had in my bag.

The center got too much so I left to the outskirts trying to find a cafe where I could buy a coffee to mix my rum with. For a city I thought was famed for office workers fueled on caffeine, I didn’t see many. The ones I did were Starbucks.

I ended at a place called Pimlico and entered the first pub. It was called “The Pimlico Beer Gardens” and they were out of beer. I tried “The Surprise” across the road, which surprised me by actually having booze. A pretty girl with a nose piercing served me a pint of Stella for £3.50 and called me darling, but I hadn’t come all this way to sit in a pub. I did that enough at home, so I sat outside, scrawled some words and watched the traffic go by.

I left the pub and headed back into the center. On the way a woman gave me a promotional can of coke-zero which I took two swigs from and filled it with rum. I took a shot straight to for good measure and it was then everything went wrong.

Maybe it was the rum, maybe it was the influx of people causing mass anxiety, the sleep deprivation, or all three, but the world began to fall apart. I pushed through the crowds, cutting down an alleyway that read “short cut to Victoria” and I was sure I was walking through someones living room. The combination of booze, anxiety and insomnia had created a situation of surreality.

I headed into a Sainsburys to buy more booze, I figured it was the only way to dissipate the anxiety. Chilled beers were double the price of warm ones so I took four warm, opened a chiller, and smothered them with frozen peas. I checked the aisles for some food, part of a peanut butter sandwich was no real sustenance to drink on. Nothing looked appealing, so I took the beers, which by this point much have dropped only a single degree only a single degree in temperature, paid and left.

I noticed a homeless man sat outside and went to talk to him. I felt bad for the guy so offered him a beer, he inspected the can for some time then declined. I left him there and proceeded to catch the next train to Peckham. I drank a can with some rum on the train and watched the sun go down. No one on the train looked as if they were having a good time. I was tired, depressed and running on nothing but guts and liquor, yet I still felt I was in a better situation then any of these suits. Perhaps not financially, but they were running 9-5’s and team building exercises where I,as previously said, was going on nothing but my instincts and booze.

"Sisters Of Shame" - © Anthony Barlow 2012

I arrived at the house and was let in by a girl who lived in the building opposite. To clear space for the show all the couches, chairs, even a lamp, had been placed on the concrete outside so I dropped my stuff inside, opened another beer and sat in the cold, waiting for the show to start.

The show started soon after, and a girl with black hair, thick rimmed glasses and a great voice played. I don’t remember her name but recall talking to her later and complimenting her vocal talent.

Barlow wanted a bottle of whiskey and I wasn’t going to refuse. With still nothing in terms of a stomach liner, this probably wasn’t a good idea, but I’d felt like this whole trip was a bad idea, so I couldn’t see it getting much worse. On the way to the Tesco (we went in between acts) there was a homeless man with a missing leg sat outside a take away. I decided to try my earlier good deed a second time so, along with the whiskey, we bought the largest bottle of beer we could find and the one legged man accepted it thankfully, popping the cap with his lighter.

Back at the house we started on the whiskey. I don’t think it lasted very long but I blacked out part way through the night and lost all concept of time. I vaguely remember singing with Emma Hallows before passing out in the bathroom.

I awoke around 6am in the boiler room, uncertain of how or when I made the two meter distance between the rooms. I was wrapped in a towel and my entire body ached. I felt around myself and found tender areas and cuts on my head, arms, legs and torso. What the hell had occurred the previous night, and why could I not remember a single thing?

I entered the kitchen and found a handful of people still awake and drinking wine. They offered me the bottle and I took a huge gulp, taking away some of the previous nights worries. I felt a scar just above my right buttock and, after inspection, decided someone had tried to steal one of my kidneys while I was comatose. I queried the conscious guests but they just laughed, giving me more wine. I calmed down after more drink but I still didn’t trust the strangers at the table.

But they were all I had so I drank with them. They even let me drink a bottle of 12 year Jameson so perhaps they weren’t all bad. Parts of the night began to trickle back and I hazily recollected a conversation (or perhaps conversations) to clear the air between myself, a girl I had been interested in, and the friend of mine she was now fucking. But I’d been drunk, drunker than I’d been in some time, and drunken bridge building leads to shoddy workmanship. The elephant in the room hadn’t left, merely shut up, so it seemed a great idea to challenge him to a drinking competition.

The drinking went on for some time (though I still had no concept of time) until Seb (a.k.a. James’ Choice) came into the kitchen and, after finding a guitar, sang Alkaline Trio songs with me for what have been an hour, until I got so drunk I couldn’t stay in tune so I went upstairs and slept fully clothed in one of the many beds.

Barlow woke me and suggested a Great Cynics show in a couple of hours, it seemed as good an excuse to keep drinking so I got up and hit the booze again. It dawned on me that the people around the kitchen table hadn’t slept or moved, a feat that could have only be achieved by hard substance abuse but these were the people who’d kept me fueled so who the fuck was I to judge?

We headed to the gig and I presume someone paid me in though I recall just walking in and straight to the bar (waking the next day without a stamped hand clarified my hazy reminiscences).

The homeless man with a missing leg entered the bar and was promptly stamped with no exchange of money, Peckham was a place with good moral people, it seemed. He recognized me and shook my hand. i got the two of us a beer and we chatted at a table. Barlow wanted a picture for the article but the guy wasn’t up for having his picture taken, and apologized heavily. I told him it was fine and we went back to drinking.

Before Great Cynics played I’d been practically falling asleep into my beer so we threw in the towel and left, riding back to Victoria and getting the coach an hour earlier, sleeping little and getting back to Manchester around 06:30.

"The Morning After The Night Before" - © Anthony Barlow 2012

So the article was done and to celebrate, as well as wash away the grim feelings of the previous weekend, I took a hot bath. As the heated water eased the muscles, releasing some of the negativity, my phone began to vibrate like a maniac with a multitude of messages from Barlow, hints and reminders of the occurrences of the past few days travel. A piggy back fight during El Morgan’s set, soaking take-away chips in Jack Daniels and who knows that the hell else. The booze had been drunk in copious amounts, the songs had been sung, the elephant had died from liver failure and now finally the anxiety was fading. But it was short lived, soon it’d be time to do the whole thing again. The location and artists would change, but as long as there was music to travel towards, and booze to be drunk there’d be me, hiding in the corner, shaking in panic and scrawling notes with the intensity of a maniac, living on nothing but guts and liquor.

Moon & Back Session :: Mike Scott

© Michelle Midwinter 2010

“This is a song about Polish ladies…” – Mike Scott

While on tour with Random Hand’s Joe Tilston, we asked Mike Scott if he’d like to partake in one of these ‘Moon & Back Sessions’ we’re so fond of doing. Not only did he oblige, but he dragged a few more people in on it too.

Backed by Luke Yates (Sounds Of Swami) and Ren Aldridge (Ren Spits At Magpies), Mike performed ‘Following The Leader’ – a track from Everything Else – and I think you’ll agree that it turned out rather well. You can hear more from Mike by heading over to his Bandcamp page and by ‘liking’ him on Facebook.

As always the video was shot and edited by Dicking Around Productions. Thanks a lot to The Star & Garter, Manchester, for letting us film. if you have any suggestions as to who we should get in session next, put it in the comments, write to us on Facebook, or send us something on Twitter.

‘Following The Leader’

Video :: Apologies, I Have None – ‘Clapton Pond’

Apologies, I Have None have a new record coming out really soon, and it’s shaping up really well. Having already released ’60 Miles’ earlier in the year, the London-based band have just debuted another new song. ‘Clapton Pond’ is a massive tune – which is totally indicative of the band’s previous work – and the video is an absolute masterpiece. Shot by Julian G. Harding and starring Sam Russo, it feels more like a short film than a music video and is deserving of all the praise it’s getting.

Apologies, I Have None head out on a short UK tour with Crazy Arm and Great Cynics on February 29th, and are playing a few dates with, acclaimed country singer/songwriter, Austin Lucas. Shortly after, the band will embark on the release tour for, debut album, London. This is followed by a few dates with Touche Amore and Pianos Become The Teeth.

  • White Rabbit, Plymouth – Feb 29th w/Austin Lucas
  • Croft, Bristol – March 1st w/Austin Lucas
  • The Hydrant, Brighton – March 2nd
  • Firebug, Leicester – March 3rd
  • Fighting Cocks, Kingston – March 4th
  • Karma Cafe, Norwich – March 5th
  • ManchFESTer II – Kraak Gallery, Manchester – March 17th w/Above Them, Sam Russo, Calvinball, Great Cynics + more!
  • The Central, Newcastle – March 18th
  • Santiagos, Leeeds – March 19th
  • The Flapper, Birmingham – March 20th
  • The Edge Of The Wedge, Portsmouth – March 21st
  • The Old Blue Last, London – March 22nd w/Sam Russo + ‘Special Guests’
  • Thekla, Bristol – March 26th w/Touche Amore + Pianos Become The Teeth
  • Sound Control, Manchester – March 27th w/Touche Amore + Pianos Become The Teeth
  • XOYO, London – March 28th w/Touche Amore + Pianos Become The Teeth

Video :: Great Cynics – ‘In The Valley’

London punk trio, Great Cynics are set to release a new EP later this month and, fittingly, they’ve released a tune for us all to check out. Fans from back in the day might recognise ‘In The Valley’ – the EP’s title track – from one of Giles’ earlier, solo, recordings. In fact, each of the EP’s three tracks are full band versions of songs Giles originally recorded solo. As fan favourites, it makes sense that these songs get a new lease of life.

We’ll have a full review soon but, for now, I can tell you that you should pre-order ‘In The Valley’ from Banquet Records (UK) or Kind Of Like Records (US). First of all check out this ‘unofficial’ video for ‘In The Valley’. See how many of the UK’s punk rock stalwarts you can spot!

Podcast :: UTB #21: Sign Language Meg Ryan

“Can we call it sign language Meg Ryan?” – Ian Critchley

After a slight absense, the Under The Bridge podcast is back, and we even recorded in the same room! In an unprecedented move, we recorded the show live from a hotel room in Manchester, overlooking the infamous bridge after which the podcast is named. After drinking copious amounts of beer and doing a couple of shots of Jameson whiskey (kindly provided by Frank Turner), we talked about the Welsh language, the night’s festivities and Tyler, The Creator.

Go on, have a listen:

Under The Bridge #21: Sign Language Meg Ryan (Stream/Download or Subscribe on iTunes)

Music – Ssssnakes

  • Pina Colada
  • Dylan Is Dead
  • Bumblebees
  • Ssssnake Or Die
  • Fuck This Place


  • Frank Turner Minute
  • Descendents To Make Up London Shows
  • Cynics Have To Change Name
  • Reading/Leeds Lockup Lineup
  • Alkaline Trio Announce New Album, Release ‘New’ Song

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  • Tyler, The Creator, ‘Goblin’ and Free Speech


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